Purgatory is the only completely neutral realm in existence. Bordering all realms it is the central hub between Heaven, Hell and Earth. This is where the Nephilim partially live out their day to day lives though understandably many prefer Earth to the desolate and often hostile landscape.

Nuru sat in the inky darkness of his room. He was still struggling to process all that he learned the other day. A new job. A new desire. A new master. But did that mean he was betraying his current one? Yes, yes it did. But that one betrayed him first. Took advantage of his weakness. It was shown to him. But was that also a trick? Teeth glinted in the darkness with an irritable scowl.

Damned if you do, damned if you don't. Firey red eyes peered around the room until they settled on a golden object resting on his bedside table. It was time whether he wanted to accept it or not. Thor was expecting to hear from him soon and he couldn't hide forever.

He hefted his large furry form off the bed, grabbing the object on his way over to switch the lights back on. Eyes squinted momentarily at the light before readjusting.

His room wasn't stark or particularly tidy. His bed looked like he never made it in his life and a couple wrappers and empty cans littered every available surface. Thankfully clothes were rarely ever an issue for him, but a set of armor was on display nearby hung up on a special stand and kept in pristine condition unlike the rest of the space. He tucked the sigil in his arm pit and proceeded to grab a wastebasket and do a quick sweep off of the counters with his other arm. He sat the full basket down and heaved a light sigh before taking the sigil in his hand again and finally activated it.

Thor wasn't the sort of demon who could truly be summoned, but when someone used his sigil he could investigate out of curiosity. Sometimes he didn't show up at all, but this time he did.

Thor was always preceded with the intense feeling of power, a looming ominous swell of SIN that filled the room like radiation. And then he appeared, fading into reality in a swirl of shadowy darkness, a small boy as always, but today dressed in a shirt that looked like it was a peppa pig one but where everything was just a little bit off about it.

Nuru's immediate reaction to Thor's familiar form and presence (that he'd previously mistaken as quite average, like a scent), was one of affection. His gaze was adoring and his instincts made him want to dote on the child... creature. Yes, creature, he reminded himself. Not a child. The gaze turned slightly chilly. Yes, Thor and his precious stupid shirt was the pinnacle of adorable upon first glance, but Nuru quickly reminded himself it was merely a farce. Once that was clear in his mind again, the not quite right parts of Thor's appearance seemed more blaring and apparent. Like picking at a small scab as soon as you've become aware of its presence.

How was he so blind this whole time? Maybe he didn't want to see the loose threads. Maybe he had no intention of ever pulling at them, not until someone made them abundantly clear. Part of him wished Lawr had never done so. The other part was grateful as now he could better find that which he desired.

Not yet though.

"Hello!" He mirrored the tone of the greeting, making it easier to keep the slowly roiling anger deep down and out of his voice.

"Ah know ahm a bit late on da follow up, is dat okeh?" He had to remind himself to make an apologetic look so the expression was slightly delayed after his statement.

Thor, as demons went didn’t need to be as paranoid as most, anyone trying to spring a trap or sneak attack on him would quickly end up dead. As such he wasn’t very wary of plots against him, and someone like Nuru on his radar was classed as too small to be relevant.

Still, there was something nonetheless nervous and stilted about Nuru and he felt it.

“That’s fine.” He said brightly. “Its nice to see you again though!”

The small demon moved to climb up and sit on the bed. “Have you met any demons?” He asked. “Anyone interesting. I love stories.”

"Nice ta see ya too." It wasn't a lie. Nuru meant it. For as angry as he was, he still liked the form Thor presented himself in. As much a mask as it was, it was still one he bothered to put on when visiting.

"Ya hungreh?" He asked, loosening up a little with the distraction.

He wasn't the most subtle of demons in direct confrontations and generally wore his heart quite happily on his sleeve. Faking anything was foreign and part of him wondered why Lawr expected him not to seem suspicious. Maybe he knew he would. Maybe that was the whole point. Trying to figure out what anyone, especially these high ranking assholes, wanted was nigh impossible.

He wandered over to open a cupboard with a box of graham crackers inside that he got especially for Thor, from before.

He paused thoughtfully at the question, flinching internally but not outwardly. "Not vereh manneh honestleh."

He reached and grabbed the box and looked it over thoughtfully while continuing his asnswer. "Dere was a brightleh coloured wan dat was tryin' ta hire sum Nephilim foa some SIN, and a not-so brightleh coloured wan dat was shoppin." Guess which one has gotten him into the most trouble.